"Eh, well, I'm not employed by anyone. I sort of just handle myself." Ekane pauses for a moment, then continues. "I guess you could say I'm something of an adventurer, as well."
“More hands make short work, come on.” Dorceran holds the door for her on the way out of the tavern
Meilanann looks at Sylvalur. "Sounds good to me." He stands and looks back at the half-orc. "If you can stomach hanging around four insufferable males, we could use a little more muscle," he smiles. "Goodness knows, I could use someone else watching my back. I swear to do the same for you." He taps the spellbook at his side to emphasize his promise.
Ekane, with a wry smile, nods her head. "If there's one thing I can do, it's watch my back. If you'll extend the courtesy, I wouldn't mind doing the same for you." As she speaks, she taps the ring on her finger in the same manner as Meilannan. From besides her, she grabs her pack and spear, and stands up. "Besides, I wouldn't have had anything to do otherwise," Ekane says with a smile.
Though the innkeeper didn’t tell you where the shop was, it was a relatively small town. After asking around some, you find a short cabin made of stone, with a nice ‘open’ sign hanging over the door. Inside, you are welcomed by a female dwarf, but as you don’t see anybody else in the shop, you assume this is Zenara. There are maps and books lining the walls behind her, making the room feel deceptively small, yet cozy.
‘Hello, how may I help you?’ She asks, looking up from a table.
(Dalekhead - I guess I’ll try to do a mix of both; I just don’t really want to force you somewhere until you’re ready to go there... or something like that :P Frankly, I’ll probably just wait for you to move forward)
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Sylvalur gives his warmest smile as he enters, "good day, I hope you are well?
We have just come from the inn where we learned something interesting regarding the fog and wondered if you might fill us in on details? We are wondering if we might be of assistance?"
(Thanks that's cool. I played one where we felt railroaded and one where we just never really did anything for waiting)
As soon as he steps back out into the fog, Meilanann makes a groaning noise and puts a hand over his nose and mouth. "Normally, I'm a fan of fog," he comments to his new female friend. "Fog, rain ... all kinds of wet weather. But now that I know where this fog is coming from, I just keep seeing that kobold and it's ... exploding ... boil, or whatever it was." Shivering, he hurries along the road behind Sylvalur, quickly following the rogue inside and out of the fog. While the others talk, Meilanann browses the shelves, looking for any books of interest on arcana, history or religion.
Investigation: 12 (+2 to that if perception is better)
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Alax saunters into the tavern, and asks around if anyone happens to have information about the fog, such as how long it has been here, of it always was this thick, and if anyone contracted symptoms from it.
23 = persuasion.
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‘What... what are you talking about?’ She asks. You realize that she hadsn’t ever heard of this fog. ‘I just sell maps and history, but this sounds either interesting or insane. Tell me more.’ She says as she sits down from her work.
(Alax - That was a really good roll that you didn’t need. I’ll let you keep it for the next persuasion check)
"The fog outside, it is unnaturally thick and it is not dispersing in the sun as you might expect, we think it is infecting, at the least Kobolds, one was found over by Menorth by a trader to the inn. I had understood you had seen this?! Any idea on what might cause such a thing? Have you ever heard of such a thing occur before?"
‘Oh, that fog...’ She says uneasily. ‘Did Darek tell you? He said that he might find somebody to figure out more of what’s happening here.’ After it’s clear you don’t know who Darek is, she says ‘Oh, so you’re not from here. Darek runs an inn near the front of town. Most people know him; we’ve all been there at least once or twice. You met him?’
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*Sylvaur gives a little sigh of relief the this was not a wasted trip. He once again gives a big smile and his most charming voice.* "That's the fella, we had a chat and he thinks we can help, we'd like to help. You were the first lead we had, you and the town Menorth, so we hoped you could help with what you know? And possibly directions and map?"
“And make it quick! More kobolds could die at any moment.....” Alax adds in a mysterious voice
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"That... does sound disturbing." While Meilannan went over to look at books, Ekane instead glances around the room, looking to see if there was anything valuable or out of the ordinary.
’Well,’ she says, ‘I don’t know what the payment would be. I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you much about the fog, either, just about the surrounding land. I... guess I was just relying on the goodwill of the people and whatever we find out there to pay them. Either way, here’s a map of Gladerown.’ You notice that she pulls one off the wall, but she manages to conjure a floating hand to do it for her. ‘It won’t be too long of a trip, and once you’re there, my brother should be able to help you. He’s a scientist, and if I know him, he’d of already figured out a cure to this thing. His name is Gerrig,’ She now stands up in a ‘we’ll get to payment when we get there’ manner and looks at you, ‘What do you say?’
“Count me in. There would be no point in letting this town die off, there would be less people to conquer that way...” Alax shrugs.
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“More hands make short work, come on.” Dorceran holds the door for her on the way out of the tavern
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Meilanann looks at Sylvalur. "Sounds good to me." He stands and looks back at the half-orc. "If you can stomach hanging around four insufferable males, we could use a little more muscle," he smiles. "Goodness knows, I could use someone else watching my back. I swear to do the same for you." He taps the spellbook at his side to emphasize his promise.
Sylvalur ducks through the doors Dorceran is holding it open, "thank you" he smiles.
"Let's go see this cartographer" he say as he sets off, wrapping his cloak over his mouth once again.
(@DM will you be waiting for all of us to state actions, e.g. that we go somewhere, or use narrative to help move us forward?)
Ekane, with a wry smile, nods her head. "If there's one thing I can do, it's watch my back. If you'll extend the courtesy, I wouldn't mind doing the same for you." As she speaks, she taps the ring on her finger in the same manner as Meilannan. From besides her, she grabs her pack and spear, and stands up. "Besides, I wouldn't have had anything to do otherwise," Ekane says with a smile.
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Though the innkeeper didn’t tell you where the shop was, it was a relatively small town. After asking around some, you find a short cabin made of stone, with a nice ‘open’ sign hanging over the door. Inside, you are welcomed by a female dwarf, but as you don’t see anybody else in the shop, you assume this is Zenara. There are maps and books lining the walls behind her, making the room feel deceptively small, yet cozy.
‘Hello, how may I help you?’ She asks, looking up from a table.
(Dalekhead - I guess I’ll try to do a mix of both; I just don’t really want to force you somewhere until you’re ready to go there... or something like that :P Frankly, I’ll probably just wait for you to move forward)
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
Sylvalur gives his warmest smile as he enters, "good day, I hope you are well?
We have just come from the inn where we learned something interesting regarding the fog and wondered if you might fill us in on details? We are wondering if we might be of assistance?"
(Thanks that's cool. I played one where we felt railroaded and one where we just never really did anything for waiting)
As soon as he steps back out into the fog, Meilanann makes a groaning noise and puts a hand over his nose and mouth. "Normally, I'm a fan of fog," he comments to his new female friend. "Fog, rain ... all kinds of wet weather. But now that I know where this fog is coming from, I just keep seeing that kobold and it's ... exploding ... boil, or whatever it was." Shivering, he hurries along the road behind Sylvalur, quickly following the rogue inside and out of the fog. While the others talk, Meilanann browses the shelves, looking for any books of interest on arcana, history or religion.
Investigation: 12 (+2 to that if perception is better)
Alax saunters into the tavern, and asks around if anyone happens to have information about the fog, such as how long it has been here, of it always was this thick, and if anyone contracted symptoms from it.
23 = persuasion.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
‘What... what are you talking about?’ She asks. You realize that she hadsn’t ever heard of this fog. ‘I just sell maps and history, but this sounds either interesting or insane. Tell me more.’ She says as she sits down from her work.
(Alax - That was a really good roll that you didn’t need. I’ll let you keep it for the next persuasion check)
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
"The fog outside, it is unnaturally thick and it is not dispersing in the sun as you might expect, we think it is infecting, at the least Kobolds, one was found over by Menorth by a trader to the inn. I had understood you had seen this?! Any idea on what might cause such a thing? Have you ever heard of such a thing occur before?"
‘Oh, that fog...’ She says uneasily. ‘Did Darek tell you? He said that he might find somebody to figure out more of what’s happening here.’ After it’s clear you don’t know who Darek is, she says ‘Oh, so you’re not from here. Darek runs an inn near the front of town. Most people know him; we’ve all been there at least once or twice. You met him?’
Don’t ever ask me to get a good charisma stat. I like watching my characters’ social lives disintegrate.
*Sylvaur gives a little sigh of relief the this was not a wasted trip. He once again gives a big smile and his most charming voice.* "That's the fella, we had a chat and he thinks we can help, we'd like to help. You were the first lead we had, you and the town Menorth, so we hoped you could help with what you know? And possibly directions and map?"
“And make it quick! More kobolds could die at any moment.....” Alax adds in a mysterious voice
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I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
"That... does sound disturbing." While Meilannan went over to look at books, Ekane instead glances around the room, looking to see if there was anything valuable or out of the ordinary.
Perception: 8
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I also DM RemCultist's Frozen Sick
“Perhaps payment should be discussed before we run off to do a job for free,” Dorceran suggests a bit humorously.
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Sylvalur whirls around to Dorceran and raises a finger to point at him.
"That, sir, is ... a very good point."
He turns back and says "you mentioned looking for people to help, what were the plans to entice them to do so?"
’Well,’ she says, ‘I don’t know what the payment would be. I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you much about the fog, either, just about the surrounding land. I... guess I was just relying on the goodwill of the people and whatever we find out there to pay them. Either way, here’s a map of Gladerown.’ You notice that she pulls one off the wall, but she manages to conjure a floating hand to do it for her. ‘It won’t be too long of a trip, and once you’re there, my brother should be able to help you. He’s a scientist, and if I know him, he’d of already figured out a cure to this thing. His name is Gerrig,’ She now stands up in a ‘we’ll get to payment when we get there’ manner and looks at you, ‘What do you say?’
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Sylvalur
"That'll work for me, maybe the Kobolds will feel generous when we help them" he say with a laugh and takes the map.
Turning to the rest of the group "any objections? Dorceran?"
“Count me in. There would be no point in letting this town die off, there would be less people to conquer that way...” Alax shrugs.
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Dorceran examines her thoughtfully.
“I’m not opposed to a little charity, but understand this is a job. We can’t eat goodwill.”
insight 14
just looking for a general vibe of this woman’s alignment
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